The poems and literary prose of Alexander Wilson ... for the first time fully collected and compared with the original and early editions ... edited ... by the Rev. Alexander B. Grosart ... with portrait, illustrations, &c |
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From Milestown's fertile fields and meadows clear,
I hail my worthy friend with heart sincere,
And welcome, nay, most pressingly implore,
One friendly visit to my cot once more.
I hail my worthy friend with heart sincere,
And welcome, nay, most pressingly implore,
One friendly visit to my cot once more.
The fairest scenes that ever bless'd the year,
Now o'er our lawns, and woods, and meads appear;
The richest harvests choke each loaded field,
The fairest fruits our growing orchards yield.
In green and gold, and purple plumes array'd,
The sweetest songsters chant from every shade.
Such boundless plenty, such luxurious stores,
The rosy hand of Nature round us pours.
That every living tribe their powers employ
From morn to eve to testify their joy;
And pour from meadow, field, and air above,
One general song of gratitude and love.
Now o'er our lawns, and woods, and meads appear;
The richest harvests choke each loaded field,
The fairest fruits our growing orchards yield.
In green and gold, and purple plumes array'd,
The sweetest songsters chant from every shade.
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The rosy hand of Nature round us pours.
That every living tribe their powers employ
From morn to eve to testify their joy;
And pour from meadow, field, and air above,
One general song of gratitude and love.
| The poems and literary prose of Alexander Wilson | |